Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Australia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.